What is this?A jacketBut something so simple can mean so muchIt can hold me together when i get madMake someone look like a lumberjackThough how could I rely on a lumberjack?A jacket?I can’tI know thisNone the less They mean so much to meThe tough exteriors Soft insidesAll in allI believe a lumberjack saved me today

I wish I were aloneI wish the earth would grow roots in my legsand the trees would hug meand let their vines swing around meI wish the monkeys would swing off methe butterflies would rest on methe caterpillars would morph with meI wish I weren't humanI wish the moss would take refugeunder my branches And the leaves would grow from meand change in the falland then fall down,down,down.I wish I smelt moistI wish I smelt of dirt,of the soft breezeof the seaI wish I were aloneI wish you would forget about meI wish I could forget about youall.I'm sorryI hate it here,let the earth suck me inlet the leaves weigh me downlet the lumberjack watch me falllike when you stripped me of my skincarve me, carve melet me go.

I stopped by for a cigarette and to hear a storyHe always told the tale of one eyed mollyShe lost her eyeIn a fight with a dogThe moral of the story wasNever trust somethingJust because it may look harmless,Even act harmlessBut this day he told me another taleThe one of old Lumberjack Dale

He was large like an ogreChopped too many trees to know of

Was stupid according to my uncleThis gave me quite a chuckle

He left off, on a normal morningHiked up the mountainTo where the clear dirt’s mourning

Held his axe and began to swingThe trees didn't have a prayerHe thought he was king

A life among the evergreensis a fate fit for a king.To sleep between thesinewy arms of the pinesand let your heart fallin rhythm with thesongbirds.Finding shelter amongthe rocks and streamsto hide from thepollution that ismankind.To become a manno more, but be onewith the Earth.

I fell asleep to procrastinate a panic attack and woke up dripping tears like motor oil slick and grimy black

it wasn’t a dreamit was a thoughtI watched myself from above like a helpless god with a serrated knife in the grip of my wet shaking knucklesI’m in a bathtub and I’m not trying to get clean I’m just trying to find a hiding placethe door is lockedmy family is outain’t no on going to walk inand I take my shaking wrist out of the water and get angry at the blueness of itthe spiderwebbing green that feeds my skin and bonesand I came down on tree branches making forests in my arms like a lumberjack in a bathtubeverything around me turned redlike the walls of my mothers womb were warm and black so was my head in the murky blood-water where I leaked sap from those blue branches so sticky and smoothshimmering in the light i brought my god body down and the blood to my lipsand tasted the sweetness of rust and wine and the reason I was thinking about any of this at all

Taken by my hand,warped and aged with time, rings and rings of life, ingrained beneath my skin,you hold me with ease, and, I unravel with gravity, falling apart.I bend and lean with the wind,a slight breeze from you,is enough to shake me from the ground,to the sky,and everything is naked, and everything is the truth,and i stand here, before you,as you hold an axe in your hands.Ready to fell me,and take me apart.My roots are old, my heart is protected with years of warped timber,my heart is protected as peach pit, my heart is protected with poison ivy.Yet in the spring i blossom,In the summer i shine bright as the very sun,And in the autumn i renew myself, ready to ride the winter's harsh code.You take me within your grasp,I am a cold wind,I am a summers breeze;I am the very essence of life within you,within me.As you come to me, and take me,And take me apart, I am ready to go,I am ready to be burnt by the fire, and become the earth again.So come at me,but be warned I stand tall,and built strong,but beneath the outer layers, I am truly a phenomenal piece of work, given from the universe, to you.Bring your axe,Bring your rough hands, Bring your words.I am rejuvenated by you.